Chapter Twelve
Ivo tugged at his bowtie as he looked at himself in the mirror over his dresser. He hated it as much now as he did when he had the damn thing made. The suit wasn’t much better.
“Hey, Stas?”
The man appeared in his line of sight in the reflection of the mirror. “Yes, sire?”
“You said I can change a law just by saying it’s so and it would be recorded in the record of laws?”
“Yes, sire, that is so.”
“Can I make a new law?”
“Of course, sire.”
“Fantastic.”
Stas frowned. “Sire?”
Ivo grinned as he turned around. “As soon as I’m king, I’m outlawing bowties.”
Stas chuckled. “Very good, sire.”
“Is Vitki ready?”
“Yes, sire. He will meet us in the town square.”
Ivo couldn’t wait. Vitki had been gone from their bed when Ivo woke up. That had been hours ago…or five, but it was forever. Ivo felt a slight rumble from inside and knew his dragon didn’t like the separation, either.
“Are Fredrick and your kids going to be there?”
“All must attend, sire. That is the law.”
“But what about people who have to work and can’t get the time off, or if they are sick or something? What then?”
“There are, of course, exceptions, but most desire to attend such a function because they do not come around often. Král Maxmilián was coroneted before I was even born. I, myself, have never attended one. I am quite excited.”
He’d be the only one.
“I’m not sure everyone is going to be excited when I do away with the class system.” Despite what had happened with Yuval, Ivo still planned to rid the clan of the outdated practice.
He knew it would take a while for people to get used to the new way, but the situation with Yuval was a perfect example of why it needed to be gotten rid of. Whoever the woman was who Yuval had loved—Vitki suspected it was Samara—if there had been no class system, they might have had a chance to be together.
“It will take time, but the younger generation will support you.”
Ivo lifted an eyebrow. “And the older generation?”
Stas shrugged. “You are king. If they do not like it…”
“I know, I know. Ram it down their throats.”
Stas chuckled. “Quite right, sire.”
Ivo glanced into the mirror again. “Is my bowtie straight?”
“Yes, sire.”
Ivo supposed there wasn’t much he could do it if wasn’t. “Okay, so I guess I’m ready.”
